On this day in 1688 William of Orange landed in southwest England. Protestant statesmen had invited William to come to Britain and rule in place of the Catholic James II.
Witches, ghouls, things that go bump in the night, here’s Tam o’ Shanter to gie you a fright.
On this day in 1332 Edward, the son of John Balliol, was crowned at Scone.
Last weekend saw the end to the agricultural shows in Orkney, to celebrate I’ve chosen The Holy Fair, how much has changed I wonder.
My story begins in November 1769 when a Bank was started under the name Douglas,Heron & Co.
As today is national Daiquiri day in America, here in Scotland a poem about whisky is therefore essential.
Unusually for me, I find the current political situation is leaving me wordless, so as I often do, I turn to Burns. “To A Louse”
In Orkney we were sharply reminded on Monday that winter may not yet be over, today’s song and poem are a reflection of spring.
“For there I lost my father dear, /My father dear and brethren three. “
“Robert Burns is Scotland’s poet but he belongs to the world….I make no apologies for beginning my story about Burns not in Ayrshire, but in America.”